He gave her a salacious grin, catching Beth mid-swallow, and she choked on her drink, coughing and spluttering so violently Shane had to take the glass away from her and lay his hand on her back, rubbing gently. “Are you okay?”
She looked at him, her eyes watering. “Are you serious?” she gasped.
“I told you I’d meet all of your needs. You like to read spanking porn, so I’m going to give you a little taste of one in real life. Nothing too intense, just a little erotic paddling.”
She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s erotic romance, Shane, not pornography!” she said.
He shrugged. “What’s the difference? It’s still spanking. Honey, I saw the titles of some of those books you were eyeing at Clancy’s. You’re turned on by kinky, and I’m going to give you some kinky tonight.”
“We can’t actually do that!” she said, her face turning beet red.
“Why not?” He smiled down at her. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m talking about some erotic kink. I’d never hurt you.”
“But I can’t,” she said, completely flustered. No matter how enticing it might sound, she could never go through with it.
“Why not?”
“Because!”
Shane raised an eyebrow. “Because why?”
Beth shook her head. “I’m not even sure I want to,” she said. “Reading about… spankings… is one thing, but actually doing it? Shane, I don’t think I can.”
“Don’t think about it, Beth. Let’s just do it. You can always stop me at any time.” Shane handed back her glass. “Finish it.”
Beth gazed down at the dark amber liquid. “Liquid courage?” she said. “I can understand why I might need some, but why did you have a drink?”
“Maybe I needed it, too,” he said. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Really? You haven’t?”
He shook his head. “I’ve done a lot of inventive things in my life, but spanking a woman isn’t one of them. But hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?”
After Beth polished off the rest of her drink, Shane set her empty glass in the kitchen sink.
“Come,” he said, taking her hand. “Let’s go get our kink on.”
“Oh, my God,” she moaned.
Chapter 28
Shane closed Beth’s bedroom door and dialed down the dimmer switch on the chandelier to a faint glow.
“Before we start, I want to make one thing clear,” he said, turning her to face him. His voice was low, hushed, adding to the sense of intimacy in the dimly lit room. “This is an erotic spanking, just for fun. You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
Beth nodded, and a shiver coursed through her.
“I guess we need a safeword,” he said. “Do you have one?”
Beth shook her head. She’d never needed one.
“I guarantee you won’t need it, but still we should have one,” he said. “How about... whiskey?”
She smiled at his choice. “Whiskey. Okay.”
“If you say ‘whiskey,’ we’re done. Got that?”
Her insides were quaking, but she still managed to say it. “Yes.”
Shane kissed her, tasting the sweetness of the Coke and the pungency of the whiskey on her tongue. He smiled, then pulled back to look at her, his hand cradling the side of her face. “Have I told you that I’m crazy about you? Every time I look at you, I get weak in the knees.”
She laughed. “No, you don’t.”
Shane shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t think you comprehend your own allure.” He led her to the foot of the bed, and then he sat down and gazed up at her.
When he sat there for the longest time, saying nothing, she started to fidget. “Oh, for goodness’ sake!” she said, and she started to move away. Anything to hide her nervousness.
When he made a sound in his throat, Beth froze and looked back at him, captured by the searing heat in his gaze. “What?”
Shane pointed at the floor between his legs. He didn’t say a word, he just pointed.
Beth felt a sudden rush of moist heat suffuse her body, starting low in her belly and radiating outward. She was practically melting inside, and he hadn’t even said a word. How could he do that to her with just a look? Even now, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his.
Shane continued to point at the floor between his legs, his demeanor a mixture of patience and demand. Even though he hadn’t said a word, his message was clear: Come here.
Beth walked back to him as if lured there by some invisible chain.
When she was within his reach, Shane captured her hand and pulled her between his legs. She was breathing heavily now, her slender nostrils flaring and the edges of her cheeks flushed with color. Her eyes were wide with both anticipation and trepidation.
The mixture of longing and fear in her gaze floored him, and he knew exactly what she needed from him. It wasn’t a spanking she craved so much as the feeling of submission that went with it. The idea of smacking her didn’t sit well with him, even if it was all in play. But the idea of getting her to submit to him, well, that had tremendous appeal.
“Take off your sandals,” he said, how voice low and even.
Beth closed her eyes and took a deep, tremulous breath. She felt like she was standing at the top of a high dive platform, looking down at the water so far below. Did she dare jump? Did she dare step out into the open, knowing she would surely fall, and trust him to catch her?
She knew she could say no. She knew that if she told him to get out of her house, he would go. She knew that. And yet, she didn’t want to do either of those things. Her heart yearned to take this chance, to take this leap of faith and trust him to catch her.
“Beth.”
When he used that tone of voice, her insides melted. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and stepped off the platform.
Shane found himself holding his breath, his heart kicking in his chest like a jackhammer. They were at a crossroads, a defining point in their budding relationship. He was going to test his suspicions and see how she responded. He was taking a hell of a gamble – what if he was wrong? What if it wasn’t submission she was looking for?
He didn’t release his breath until she placed her shaking hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she slipped off her sandals and nudged them under the bed. She stood between his legs with her eyes closed, as if trying to hide from him as well as from herself.
But there was no hiding from this. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
Beth’s eyes fluttered open, and he watched her pupils adjust as she focused on him.
Slowly, he reached out and removed her sweater, letting it slip off her shoulders. He caught it as it fell and laid it aside. Then he reached behind her and unzipped her dress. He drew her dress off her shoulders, so slowly, and laid that aside as well. She started trembling as she stood before him in her undergarments. He tugged the half-slip down her long bare legs, leaving her in her panties and bra.
He’d never felt such awe and pleasure from the act of undressing a woman. He traced the top edge of one bra cup, his finger just lightly grazing her soft skin. She shivered at his touch, and he smiled.
“This is the bra Sylvia gave you.”
“Yes.” Her voice was little more than a whisper of breath.
He reached behind her torso and unhooked her bra, then slowly pulled it off her body, watching mesmerized as her pink nipples puckered at exposure to the night air.
Putting his hands on her hips, he gently eased her to the side and closed his legs, creating the perfect platform for her to lie across. He shifted a little, sitting at an angle, so that when she lay across his lap, her torso would be supported by the mattress.
“Lie across my lap, Beth.”
She looked down at his lap, then she looked him in the eye.
“You know the safeword,” he reminded her. “It’s whiskey. You can say it at any time.”
Be
th felt a curious mixture of fear and giddy excitement. She was afraid of the unknown, but at the same time she felt weak-kneed with anticipation. Shane was offering her an experience she’d only read about, something she’d fantasized about for so long. And now here was her chance to experience it firsthand.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward, unsure how to accomplish what he’d asked without looking like a total klutz. His hands came up to guide her into position, and she moved over him so that her pelvis rested right over his lap and her chest rested on the mattress.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, laying his hand gently on her back.
“Yes.” She lay her head on the quilt, her face turned away because she couldn’t bear to look at him.
She felt his hands on her backside as he caressed the mounds of her buttocks, and she shivered when his hands skimmed down her buttocks to her thighs, then back up again.
Shane fingered the silky lace of her panties. His hand curved over one buttock, squeezing it gently. “Sylvia would be glad to know you’re using her gift.”
“I doubt this is what she had in mind, though,” Beth said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Shane moved his hand to her other bottom cheek, smoothing the creamy lace fabric over it.
She tensed when Shane’s fingers slipped between her thighs.
“Spread your legs a bit,” he said, nudging her thighs open. He pressed his fingers against the damp crotch of her panties. “You’re so warm here and already a little wet.”
His index finger slipped inside her panties and teased the slick opening of her core. “Hmm, very wet.”
Beth made a noise deep in her throat, something between a moan and a whimper. She tried to close her thighs, but couldn’t because his hand was wedged between them.
“It’s okay, Beth. Relax.” His finger pressed inside her opening and he collected some of the silky fluid and brought it to her clitoris. He worked the little nub, stroking it, applying just the right amount of delicious pressure to make her squirm. She pressed her hot face into the quilt and moaned.
Shane withdrew his finger and started working her panties down over her buttocks and past her thighs. He pulled them off completely and dropped them on the floor.
Beth closed her legs.
Shane made a disapproving sound. “Open your legs, sweetheart,” he said. His hand came between her legs, and he nudged them apart once more. Then his finger was there again, between her legs, searching. He teased her clitoris until she was squirming, and then his long index finger pushed back into her heated core.
“My God, you’re so wet,” Shane said, his finger sliding deeper inside her. Already she was swollen from her body’s arousal. Her wet tissues clung to his finger as it sank deeper. He began to move his finger inside her, thrusting slowly in and out. His finger curled, hitting the sweet spot inside her body as he stroked her, driving her desire higher and higher. The squirming was now accompanied by breathy whimpers.
“Do you want me to spank you, or do you want me to make you come like this?”
“Shane, please,” she moaned, her hips moving in tandem with his relentless stroking. He used his other hand to hold her steady on his lap.
“Please what? You have to say it, baby.”
“Make me come,” she pleaded, her hips rocking shamelessly into his touch.
Beth closed her eyes and surrendered to the mind-numbing sensations Shane was creating as he teased her with his finger. Her entire being was focused on his finger as he stroked it in and out of her in a steady, coaxing rhythm. Her hips rocked against his touch, and she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. In that moment, all she could think about was what he was doing to her body. She forgot everything else – all her fears, all her anxieties. She lost all sense of shame as her body surrendered to his stroking finger.
She pushed back against his finger, opening her thighs wider to give him better access to her body. The sensations continued to escalate, stealing her breath, making her heart race, turning her breaths into audible gasps. Higher and higher he drove her, knowing just where to touch her, just how much pressure to use, until the conflagration inside her ignited, setting off an explosion that ricocheted through her body.
She let out a high, keening wail that nearly brought the ceiling down on them as her orgasm swept through her. She grasped the quilt with both hands and buried her face in the quilt to muffle her cry.
Even before her cry had stopped reverberating in the room, Beth found herself wrenched up off his lap and positioned on her hands and knees on the bed. Her arms were too shaky to hold herself up, so she promptly found herself face down on the mattress, her bottom shamelessly propped up in the air. Her hands grasped at the bedding as she searched for something to hold onto.
She heard the rasping sound of Shane’s zipper going down, and then his hands landed surprisingly hard on her hips, hot against her bare skin as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. When she heard him tear open a condom package, her belly clenched with anticipation.
A moment later the blunt head of his cock was at her opening, demanding entrance. He pushed himself inside her wet channel, relentlessly surging forward as he thrust into her silky flesh. He made a low, guttural sound as he pushed deep, and Beth gasped when his cock was fully seated. He held still for several moments, letting her get used to him, and then he began a long, slow retreat, the drag of his cock stoking her fires once more with sweet friction.
He thrust back inside to the hilt, and she rocked forward from the momentum. She gasped, unaccustomed to having him at this angle. He was a lot to take all at once, and she must have made a sound of distress, because he froze.
“Are you okay?” His voice was a deep rasp.
“Yes!” she gasped, rocking backward, reveling in the feel of him sliding through her slick flesh. “You’re bigger this way,” she panted.
“I’m all the way in,” he said.
Shane began to move then, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the fullness. But then his rhythm picked up and soon he was thrusting into her with considerable strength. “Is this okay?” His voice was low and hoarse.
“Yes,” she gasped, her breaths coming fast and shallow as she lost herself in the increasing power behind his thrusts.
Shane barely heard her breathy reply. He was balancing a fine line, caught between wanting to fuck her hard and senseless, and fearing he’d overwhelm her. So far, this position hadn’t triggered her fears. He wasn’t on top of her, and he wasn’t holding her down. She could easily pull free or roll away from him if she needed to.
“Remember your safeword,” he grated as he thrust into her. “Use it if you need to.”
“I’m fine,” she panted, as his thrusting rocked her forward on the bed.
He knew he could be a demanding lover, and he was used to being with women who welcomed his sometimes fierce nature in bed. With Beth, though, he was afraid of taking things too far, pushing her too much. But the welcoming wetness of her sex and the incredible sounds she was making spurred him on. He reached around for her clitoris and began stroking her once more, keeping up just the right pressure to bring her with him.
She began to whimper as her climax neared.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Come with me.”
When her sex clenched hotly on his erection and she cried out, he surrendered to the needs of his own body. When his climax hit him, Shane shouted loud enough to wake the dead as he emptied himself inside her, reveling in the mind-numbing pleasure.
When the tremors of his climax eased, he rolled them to their sides and rested behind her, still locked deep inside her. “Give me a minute to get my breath,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
He enveloped her in his arms, and she snuggled back against him. “I’ve got to get rid of this condom,” he muttered. “But I don’t want to move.”
When Beth giggled, Shane squeezed her, relieved to know he hadn’t completely traumatiz
ed her. “So much for your first spanking,” he said, realizing he’d never actually gotten around to it.
“That’s okay,” she said, her voice drowsy. “What you did was even better. I’m certainly not complaining.”
Beth lay against Shane’s furnace-hot body, absorbing the heat radiating off her own personal electric blanket. Eventually he stirred, gently disengaging himself from her body to go dispose of the condom.
He returned quickly and climbed back into her bed, spooning behind her. “I’m really glad Gabrielle’s not home. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I’d be a dead man. Your neighbors probably heard me.”
Beth chuckled as she snuggled back into him, drowsy and sated. Her bones were liquid, and she could barely move a muscle.
Shane covered them with the bedding. “You okay?” he said, reaching for her hand and linking their fingers together.
“I’m perfect,” she said, yawning.
* * *
A faint noise brought Shane out of a deep sleep in an instant. He lay perfectly still, assessing his surroundings.
In Beth’s bed. She was beside him, asleep.
He glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand; it was just after three o’clock in the morning. Something had awakened him, so he lay quietly, listening. He heard the grandfather clock ticking downstairs in the foyer. He heard Gabrielle in the next room as she muttered something unintelligible in her sleep and rolled over in her bed. He heard a car door shut in the alley behind Beth’s house, and a dog barked somewhere off in the distance. Then he focused on Beth’s breathing; it was shallow and quick. Too quick. She made a small sound in her sleep, a pained whimper. That’s what had awakened him. She was having another nightmare. His suspicions were confirmed when she jerked violently in her sleep and started gasping.
“Beth!” His hand went to her shoulder and he found her bare skin chilled. He shook her gently. “Sweetheart, wake up.”
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